I did a stupid thing.
I told my housemates to make me eat this can of Alpo dog food if I took a drink of alcohol this week.
It sits on our kitchen windowsill and I gave them a direct order to watch me slurp it down with a spoon if I violate my mandate.
(*Sidenote: it must be noted that I live with two guys who relish the opportunity to prove me wrong, bust my chops and dress me down when given the slightest chance.)
Our is what could loosely be called a “competitive friendship.” We’re friends, we enjoy each other’s company, but we never miss the opportunity to … for lack of a better term, bust balls.
So I know they’ll make me slop up this foul gruel and laugh at me while I do.
The whole concept came from Adam, who introduced me to this radical idea called “The Alpo Diet” last week. It’s an strategy that originated from the motivational guru Anthony Robbins based on the principal of neuro-associative conditioning. Think Pavlov’s dogs – except opposite.
Oh, what have I done?